Disclaimer- Nope, not mine, sorry, thanks for asking.
A/N - Well it's been a while on this one. I said yes, Muse said no...Muse won. Thanks to teenelizabeth for getting Muse's butt in gear where this story is concerned.
"Nagira?" Robin asked, sitting carefully across from him on the sofa.
"Hm?"he replied, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.
"Could I ask you something, about Amon?"
The paper lowered and he fixed her with a steady gaze.
"You can…though I'm not promising an answer. I'd rather not give him cause to wreck my house if you find out something he wanted kept secret," he said with a smile
"It's about something he said to me, a few weeks ago."
"Oh?"
"He said he was…afraid of losing me like he lost his mother."
"Wow, you've really grown on him, kid," the man joked.
"Nagira, please, what happened to his mother?"
He was silent for a moment.
"She awakened when he was eight."
"Oh…"
"You know it's harder, the older you are, to control the Craft. Especially the first time."
"What happened?"
"She didn't recognize Amon, thought someone had taken her real son and put Amon in his place." He paused for a moment, as if deliberating. "She attacked him."
Robin's eyes grew wide and she gasped softly.
"Luckily Solomon had been watching her and intervened before she killed him. He was placed with my mother and I for a few months before the agents came back and took him."
"Took him?"
"Yes, and that's all you need to know about that. You'd better get back in that bedroom – Amon will be back soon. You know he thinks you still need an abnormal amount of rest."
Nagira returned to his paper then, and Robin sighed in defeat before returning to her room.